In the courtroom, Crouch looked even more haggard and gray than before. A vein was throbbing on his temple.
"On behalf of the Wiesengamo Special Tribunal, I pronounce that Sirius Blake will be imprisoned in the Azkaban Wizard Prison for all his crimes," Crouch said solemnly. "Any objections?"
It was quiet. Only Mr. Crouch's voice echoed in the silent dungeon.
Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
The Ministry of Magic did not put Sirius on trial. It was unfair and not in line with the procedure.
However, Sirius was in a bad state at the time. After thinking that he had killed Dwarf Peter, he entered a state of madness. He wanted to atone for the sins of Harry's parents and voluntarily confessed to many groundless crimes.
Elwyn thought that if he went to the holding cell now, he might be able to see Sirius.
"Next." Crouch looked around. It seemed like the dragon had suddenly become much larger. "Bring them in!"
The door in the corner of the room opened again. Six Dementors escorted four people in.
Unlike the silence before, many people turned to look at Mr. Crouch. A few people were whispering to each other.
The Dementors put the four people in four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon. One of the short and fat men looked at Crouch blankly. Another thinner man looked more nervous, his eyes darting to the audience.
A woman with thick, glossy hair and long eyelashes, who looked as if she were sitting on a throne.
She was the younger Bellatrix. She looked very beautiful, but her expression revealed a hint of madness from time to time.
She seemed to look at the wizards in the courtroom with fear. She did not look afraid at all.
The smile on the corner of her mouth clearly represented mockery and contempt.
Apart from them, there was also a seventeen-year-old boy. Unlike the other three, he looked completely petrified and trembling. His straw-colored hair was scattered across his face, and his freckled skin was as pale as paper. It was Barty Crouch Jr.
He looked like a student who had just graduated from Hogwarts. If he did not know that he was the most cunning and purest of Death Eaters, Elwyn would have thought that he was a boy like the older brother next door who was unfortunately involved in this trial.
Elwyn sized up Barty Crouch Jr., hoping to see something, but there was nothing.
No wonder he was able to gain the trust of the Lord Voldemort. His acting skills and shrewdness alone were not something an ordinary person could possess.
He probably thought his father would let him off the hook as long as he acted as innocent as possible.
However, Barty Jr. was about to be disappointed. Elwyn noticed that Mr. Crouch did not even look at him.
Crouch probably hated his son to the core. After the war ended, just as he was about to become the head of the Ministry of Magic, a situation like this suddenly occurred. He probably wanted to cut ties with Barty Jr. as soon as possible.
In this regard, Crouch's cold-bloodedness and cruelty were beyond imagination.
It had to be said that this family was really scary.
This was a typical Slytherin family, a typical pure-blooded wizard family that could give up everything for power.
However, they would plot behind the scenes, such as secretly rescuing their son from Azkaban.
After seeing Barty Jr., the delicate witch next to Mr. Crouch Jr. began to sway back and forth, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and sobbing. She looked very sad and upset, and all her emotions were written on her face.
Crouch stood up and looked down at the four of them with extreme hatred on his face.
"You have been brought to the Magic Law Commission and the Weisengarmo Tribunal for sentencing!" He enunciated each word clearly, but his body could not help but sway. "Your crimes are so heinous!"
"Father!" the straw-haired boy shouted, unable to hold back his tears. "Father, I beg you!"
"This is a rare act of cruelty in the cases heard by the court." Mr. Crouch raised his voice and drowned out his son's voice. "We have heard the charges against you. The four of you kidnapped an Auror, Franck Longbottom, and used a Heart-Drilling Curse on him in an attempt to find out the whereabouts of your master, that mysterious person!"
"Father, I did not!" The boy who was tied to the chair screamed. "I did not! I swear, father, I am innocent! I just happened to be there! Please don't send me back to the Dementors!"
"Continue with the charges!" Mr. Crouch roared, his expression cold. "Franck Longbottom refused to provide any information, so you used a Heart-Drilling Curse on his wife. You plotted to make the mysterious person rise again, to restore the violent life you lived when he was strong. Now, I ask the jury to vote on the four of them! "
"Mother!" The boy shouted. The petite witch next to Crouch began to sob, her body swaying back and forth. "Mother, stop him! Mother, I did not do those things! It was not me!"
His mother cried even harder, constantly wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but did not speak.
"Now, I ask the jury to vote!" Mr. Crouch said loudly. "Those who, like me, believe that these crimes should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, please raise your hand!"
The wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison. The audience around them applauded, just like during the Bagman trial, with cruel expressions of victory on their faces.
Barty Crouch Jr. began to scream, his screams echoing in the courtroom.
"No! Mother, no! I did not do it! It was not me! I do not know! Do not send me there! Stop him! "
The Dementors slowly walked in again, and the boy's three companions silently rose from their chairs.
Bellatrix looked up at Crouch and shouted, "The Dark Lord will return. Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will come back to save us, and he will reward us! Only we are loyal! Only we will try to find him! "
But Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to get rid of the Dementors, even though their cold suction was beginning to affect him.
The audience jeered, some of them standing up.
"I am your son!" he shouted at Crouch. "Your son!"
"You are not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly bulging, his expression ferocious.
For the first time, he turned his attention to Barty Crouch Jr. and shouted, "I have no son!"
The skinny witch gasped and slumped down on the stool.
She fainted, but Crouch did not seem to see it.
"Take them away!" He roared at the Dementors, spittle flying everywhere. "Take them away, let them rot there!"
"Father! Father, I did not participate! No! No! Father, please! "Barty Jr. struggled.
But it was no use. He was mercilessly dragged away by the Dementors.
Elwyn stood up and ran down, dragging Harry with him. He wanted to see the scene before they were sent to Azkaban.
Unsurprisingly, Sirius was there too.
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